Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.